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Sugar cube drop into a yellow cup |
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What makes the world just waking up |
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Revolve? |
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Dissolve |
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Who knows where on earth it's going to stop? |
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I can't hear you 'cos we're breaking up |
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Dissolve |
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And the stones in the track make work for the mechanic |
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The birds all fly from the branches in a panic |
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And a back-fire echoes down the hillside |
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As the last headline report dies |
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Dissolve |
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Ice is melting at the distant Pole |
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The gin and tonic glasses overflow |
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Dissolve |
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The precious little else that I could say |
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Your stupid tears of laughter washed away |
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Dissolve |
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While the poisonous light pours from the picture palace |
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And it flickers on, tries so hard to be scandalous |
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A child keeps beating on a toy drum |
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And the tablets dropped on your tongue |
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Dissolve |
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'So salute me in moving frame' |
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'I might not be there when you look again' |
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The mourning border card behind the clock |
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The hour that he passed, unwound and stopped |
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Dissolve |
